Quasi-hijack / Real Talk: When my boxer was over 14, she got VERY weak to the point of being all but crippled.
I remember one time, maybe a week or two before she died, I walked into the backyard after being gone a few days(2?). I was going over to her to pick her up and bring her to her bed inside (we were carrying her around basically all the time), but her eyes absolutely lit up when she saw me, and that crippled arse dog used every ounce of strength to pick herself up just to get to me a just few seconds sooner. I broke down crying right there and just held her.
No one will love you like your dog does. RIP Medusa.